His devotion

In the quiet hours of twilight's embrace,
A man sets out with a modest grace,
To illustrate his passion in every trace,
And show his gratitude with worshiping praise.

With soft whispers and eyes aglow,
He paints her world with colors to show,
Every hue of admiration,
And in every phase, his devotion grows.

So across fields of roses, he gladly roams,
To gather blooms for her to own,
Each petal a promise, 
Of love, he's sown,
And a seeded oath he's working to earn.

In acts of service, his love will bloom,
Sweeping away shadows of gloom,
Every task, a testament attuned
To his devotion, an infinite lagoon.